All Chapters of The Alpha's Long Lost Sigma: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

⭐Aria POV⭐ Kaden lunged at me, but I didn’t flinch or step back. Instead, I yanked my arm back and slammed my fist into his face—hard. Just like how I practiced before. His nose crunched beneath my knuckles, a sickening crack echoing in the stone chamber. Blood gushed instantly. “AHHH!” he cried out, staggering backward, clutching his face. “Stay the fuck away from me,” I snarled at the two of them, the fury in my voice cutting like a blade. The witch only smirked: “Looks like you’ve changed since the last time I saw you.Silver” I didn’t dignify her with a response. The word Silver used to annoy me before but now it was Who I am. My eyes were locked on Kaden. He dropped his hand from his bloodied face, grabbed his broken nose, and— Crack. —snapped it back into place with brutal nonchalance. Well, of course it wasn’t his body. I cringed, the sound making my stomach twist. “What do you want from me?” I demanded, keeping my stance steady. I wouldn’t go down easily. “Nothi

⭐Aria POV⭐The tip of the dagger fell fast—too fast.I saw it descending like death made solid, cutting through the air with a whistle of finality. It was aimed straight for my heart… or worse, for the life growing inside me.Instinct took over.My hand flew to my stomach, shielding the only pure thing left in this nightmare. My other arm raised to fight—to claw, to grab, to survive. But before I could touch her—before I could stop her—The dagger froze.Suspended. Inches from my chest.My breath caught. I looked at her wondering why she stopped.The witch’s brows furrowed, her hand trembling around the weapon that should have already cut me open. Her eyes darted sideways, confused. Alarmed.She wasn’t alone.Kaden, too.He was standing behind her, and for the first time since I woke up in this hell…They looked scared. Truly, deeply scared.His eyes darted around the chamber, suddenly alert—as if the air itself had shifted. The witch stiffened, her breath hitching.They both felt it.

⭐ Klaus POV ⭐I pushed the door open and stepped inside.CREAAAAKKKThe air in the temple was thick, colder than I remembered. Shadows clung to the cracked stone walls like old memories, and silence draped itself over the space with unsettling familiarity. It was just as it had been the last time Aria and I came here—searching for answers we wanted to find.But this time, the air was different. Heavier. Tainted. The kind of silence that screamed just before hell broke loose.“Be careful,” I warned the others, my voice low but commanding. “This witch likes to play mind games. She makes you see things—feel things. She’ll drag your worst fear to the surface and force you to drown in it.”No one replied. They knew better than to underestimate this place. We moved together, quiet and sharp, like a single entity. Each of us alert, each of us ready for a fight.Our footsteps echoed through the long corridor as we approached the main hall. The ancient stone beneath our feet pulsed faintly wit

⭐ Klaus POV ⭐I started to accept the truth of giving up as my eyes blurred and air was no longer in my lungs. I started to slip into the darkness when through the smoke and shadows—Elijah roared. He slammed his fist into his shadow’s chest, sending it crashing sideways into Sam’s attacking shadow. The moment it stumbled, Sam collapsed to the floor, gasping for air.And just like that—a spark.A crack in the pattern.One could hurt another.An idea ignited in me like wildfire.“Everyone—switch!” I roared into their minds, voice burning with urgency. “Sam—fight Tory’s shadow. Elijah—take on Sam’s. Don’t fight yourselves. Fight each other’s. DO IT. NOW!”The shadows paused—only for a moment—but it was enough. Confusion flickered in their eyes. Once Tory was free, she didn’t pause. She jumped to free Zed from his shadow. And Zed stopped Elijah’s shadow from attaching him again. I didn’t stop either. “SHERRY!” I shouted aloud.Her head snapped toward me like she’d just broken free from

⭐ Klaus POV ⭐I stood frozen for a heartbeat, unable to comprehend what had just happened. The air itself seemed ripped from my lungs. It felt like we’d stepped into the Holy Ruins naked—our protection gone, our link severed, the invisible warmth of Sherry’s magic snuffed out like a dying candle.I turned, expecting to find her collapsed—drained, maybe unconscious from exhaustion.But what I saw rooted me to the spot and my heart fell.Sherry stood trembling, her hands limp at her sides. Her light was fading—the faint shimmer of her aura flickered like a candle in the wind. Then, a line of red bloomed down her chin, slow at first, glistening under the firelight. Blood.Her head jerked backward violently, her spine arching with a strangled gasp. The sound of steel meeting flesh split the air—a wet, tearing crack that made my heart stop. For a fraction of a second, her wide, glassy eyes met mine—confused, almost apologetic for failing me—before the blade ripped through her back.Behind